Author: Emma Chase
Series: Royally Series #1
Publisher by: EverAfter Romance
Published on: October 17, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 276
Related Books In Series: Royally Matched
Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka His Royal Hotness, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant; hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.
Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn't bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.
Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.
Dating a prince isn't what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.
There's a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they've traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces, and haven't chopped anyone's head off lately, the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.
But to Olivia, Nicholas is worth it.
Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is and, more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.
“Infamy is temporary, celebrity is fleeting, but royalty….royalty is forever.”
Royally Screwed is a sexy, sweet, and fun modern day fairy tale. This is one of the stories that keeps you laughing and simultaneously tugs at your heart strings. With characters like Nicholas, Crowned Prince of Wessco, and Olivia Hammond, it was hard not fall for these characters.
Royally Screwed is told in dual POV and I loved hearing both Nicholas and Olivia’s voices. Nicholas was charming and sexy. He was always used to acting his part of a prim and proper royal, but his inner voice was sarcastic and hilariously honest. He always been planned for him. With his grandmother, The Queen, insisting that he needs to marry in a few short months, Nicholas knows that soon he won’t have a much freedom soon.
Olivia, is a hard working women. She helps run her family’s pie shop in New York. She meets Nicholas, when he and friend, end up her bake shop. Hearing his sexy little accent and handsome face, she is intrigued…well until he ruins it by propositioning her for sex. Olivia isn’t the type of girl that falls for this type BS and she tells him off. It all goes hilariously wrong, but the next day that Nicholas does try to make things right. She’s not the type that is drawn to all the pomp and circumstance of his position, but they do have an endearing and easy chemistry with one another.
Even though their time together is seemingly limited, they decided to make their summer romance the best that they can while they have the time. The story was sexy and sweet, and it was hard to put it down. I loved their banter and all the witty quips between them. The cast of supporting characters all added to the fun. I really enjoyed this story. I think this is a fun start to a new series. I can not wait to read, Royally Matched which is about Henry (Nicholas’ younger brother).
She’s even lovelier than I remembered, than I dreamed. Delicate midnight tendrils frame a face that belongs in a museum—with stunning dark sapphire eyes that should be commemorated in vibrant oils and soft watercolors. If Helen launched a thousand ships, this girl could raise a thousand hard-ons.
She’s prettily made, the top of her head coming only to my chin, but fantastically curvy. Great full tits that strain the buttons of a wrinkled white blouse, shapely hips in a black skirt tapering to a tiny waist I could wrap my hands around and toned legs encased in sheer black tights finish off the whole package very nicely.
An unfamiliar anxiousness fizzes like soda in my gut.
“The door was open,” I explain.
Logan flicks at the lock. Security is his life, so a broken lock would annoy him like a puzzle with the final piece missing.
“What do you want?”
She has no idea who I am. It’s in the defensive way she holds herself and the accusatory note in her voice. Some women try to pretend they don’t recognize me, but I can always tell. Her ignorance is rather…thrilling. There are no expectations, no hidden agendas, no reasons to pretend—what she sees is what she gets. And all she sees is me.
My throat is suddenly a barren wasteland. I swallow, but it’s difficult.
“Well, he’s desperate for some pie.” I hook my thumb at Simon. “And I…wanted to apologize for the other evening. I don’t normally act that way. I was on a bit of bender…”
“In my experience, people don’t do things when they’re drunk that they wouldn’t do normally.”
“No, you’re right. I would’ve thought all those things, but I never would’ve said them out loud.” I move closer, slowly. “And if I’d been sober…my opening bid would’ve been much higher.”
“She crosses her arms. “Are you trying to be cute?”
“No. I don’t have to try…it just sort of happens.”